Her conscience was stronger.Maybe her earliest experience made her wary of boys in heat, generally. She had been alone with a boy from school on two o...casions, but all she got was the kid's penis being thrust into her hands because she didn't suck him. He shot prematurely and that ended it for them.At seventeen, we finally got to mix with our parents at a yard party. There were a few other teens there as well and we all had use of the pool.We all did what kids tend to do when they feel the need. He smiled, it was time. To the cheers of the two ladies, he began to gyrate around. He had no idea what he was supposed to do in this regard, but they were both pretty much drunk so it was all good. For the next twenty minutes he dance around, trying to imitate some of the moves he had seen in different movies; the ladies ate it up. He had ripped off his shirt to their cheers and tossed it to them. He noticed that Karen was quietly refilling Stacey’s glass, keeping her drinking.“Touch it. Across the sea is Iran."Welcome to my country," Amir said. "We are not Lawrence of Arabia. Weare not Aladdin. We are a modern nation."He smiled and bowed. He was a medium sized man with a toothy grin. "Weare the 70th most aggressive nation in the world," he said. "We arepeaceful. No terrorism here. We are here to display our beaches and ourmountains. We are a lovely country. You will see."This, of course, was the beginning of the hard sell. Any journalist willtell you about it. These people. Could it be that my travels searching for where Ibelonged was just a detour and that my real journey could only startfrom home? First I had to find out if this would be home. I was notdisappointed when the kind elderly lady that I spoke to gave me abrochure with a town map, The event calendar, Zvezda College in the nexttown over (with its world renowned Math department) and for the AprilMorning Bed and Breakfast. She marked where we were and drew a line onthe map directing me to April.